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He strolled up the lavender port in a red and white checked suit. In his left hand he held a cloth bag and in his right, an iron mace. Her head was turned in a different direction, towards the streat. Oblivious. She didn't feel his calm breath on her neck.
“Kyle, have a seat.”
Kyle stands. He cannot sit. The plan will not work that way. You can’t beat someone to death while sitting. How absurd.
I got out of the car and watched it pull away, realising I'd left my phone on the back seat. I waved, but Ted didn't see. A grey hand flopped from the boot, as if to wave back at me.
Years of labour, beginning with her parents’ machinations almost from birth, had led her to this idyllic moment, about to kiss her cousin’s filthy rich friend atop Hungerford Bridge. Any woman would have said he was worth the effort of loving.
The last minute being better than never, she turned away from him. Towards the sunset, the horizon, another dream.
(60 words I fear)
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“And they are?”
Death. Devastation. Disease.
“They’re all D’s.”
OK. Ants. Bats. Crayfish. Eggs.
“Eggs?”
Just the whites. They’re slimy.
“Oh.”
Fire. Gehenna. Hell.
“Same.”
OK. Harlequin romances. Insects. Judas. Kissing.
“Why?”
Love. Marriage.
“A pattern?
Never. Octopus. Pistols. Quakes…time’s up.
“They’re just words.”
Mrs. Whitaker got the shock of her life when she opened the bathroom door and found love bleeding on the floor. Resisting heart attack, she quickly found the phone and phoned the police when someone by the name of revenge crept from behind and pointed a dagger on her neck...
~woo~ 50 words
Everything began with a few words, it was all that was needed. There was a dream shared between us that seemed to last forever - but didn't. For only a few words were needed to end it too.
She didn't usually read at the bookstore because she was loud about it, like some people who get caught up in watching television. He watched her face twitch and her lips move, the way she fidgeted in her chair and he fell in love.
She stopped, looked up smiling.
"Chai?"
Maxine was working her cleaning shift at the corporate office building. Little did she know that the elavator was being repaired. Maxine was 39 years old.
Anyhow, my life completely changed to the best ever, since i signed up here in this forum. However, i expect to be a real native speaker in the short term.
fifty on the dot!
It was a long way down. Cathy could never resist a dare or a thrill. Looking over the edge she teetered to shock her friends. She should have stayed back with the others. Now it is too late. She stopped screaming before she reached the bottom. No one could look.
I met Hamlet when he tried to sell me a magazine subscription on my doorstep. "Please," he said imploringly, "Rosencrantz and Guilenstern have already sold a hundred fifty copies each, and I'll never get to college if I don't make my quota." I now subscribe to The State of Denmark.
There’s mom. I loved her hugs: gently … pain? Encompassing … warm … “cold … it’s so unbelievably cold,” the driver said, as the dashboard pressed against his chest and emptied his lungs.
She’s gone forever. I don’t know how to cope. She was my treasure. A marauding bunch of men say they know what can ease my troubles. “Love the sea, she’ll always be there,” and ”You need to find a new treasure,” they say. I’ll be a pirate.
IT was being madly chased... by a pack of nobodies.. about a dozen... already lost... The search had began since the day IT had gone missing. Only nobody was too persistant to go on with the search and hunt for IT... The only certainty was that IT was unknown... yet nobody had a clue how IT made the five of them to follow the rest....